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Simon King Anniversary Story - The Bare Truth of it All

Many years later, my journal entries became more of a testament to my youth than of what I was feeling and experiencing at the time of writing. Someone very near to my heart told me that my life, especially when I was a younger man, was never boring.

What I don’t think he realized, though, was that the excitement was often a situation of my own making, be it known or unknown. Just like this entry that I had initially clipped out of my journal mostly because I knew that, if someone read it, I would never hear the end of it. Yet here I sit, wanting to share one more adventure, one more moment of my life that, while I may regret to a certain degree, still makes me smile. I’ve decided to go back and write it in, putting this adventure where it belongs.

The year—1906. I had been living in San Francisco for a few months now with Quintin in the Arc-en-ciel, the Sutro-run brothel whose counterpart existed in New York City. I had met some colorful people in my short time in California, specifically a dashing marble fox named Tristan Perry, the younger brother to my two best friends. I write this to remind someone who may have read and put down my journal years ago of who the people are and where I was, as well as to hopefully clear up any questions that may arise.

Now then, where should I begin…

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With a loud slam the door to the small changing room flew open and hit the wooden wall beside which it was located. The room was spartan to say the least, with a shelf along the wall and some wicker baskets on it, complete with a couple of coat hooks. Those were all that adorned the small room. The only piece of furniture was a bench along the wall, barely large enough for two people. The buzzing of electrical light hummed above and cast the room in a warm golden hue.

I was shoved back against the wall, narrowly missing the coat hooks.

My attacker was on me in a flash, kicking the door shut behind him. All at once my world shrunk to the figure in front of me, with one hand on my waist and the other hand around the back of my neck. Our muzzles crashed together, his tongue invading my own. I moaned deeply, a bit too loudly, and put my arm around those strong shoulders, pushing myself flush against my attacker. Our tongues touched, caressed, tangled and danced along one another in a dance that I knew so well but rarely found a partner who could equal me in skill and grace.

Tristan was, by all accounts, an excellent lover.

Our kiss broke and our breathing was hot, panting. Our muzzles were so close to one another that I could smell the refreshing juice drink he had just had down by the water. We were staring at one another and I could tell he was having the same battle I was at this very moment.

“This…is not the place,” he panted, going in for another kiss like my lips were the only way he could breathe. In an instant his tongue was in my muzzle, caressing across it in a coil that made my toes curl. He broke it again, panting, and staring into my green eyes.

“You were the one who started it. And now you want to stop?” I said with a coy little tease to my voice. My hand slid down and cupped Tri’s rump, giving it a nice squeeze. He had a good butt. Not as good as my own, but then, who could stand against me, the owner of the Godly Ass?

“You know very well what you did, you tease.” He growled and gave one of my ears a nip that wasn’t exactly gentle. “Don’t think I wasn’t aware of what you were doing.”

“I just…wanted to go swimming,” I said with a grin that betrayed my honesty as I kissed him again, moaning and pushing so he crashed against the door, my turn to pin him there. He quickly took control of the kiss and broke it after a time, smirking.

“Liar.”

We had gone to the Sutro Baths, something that Tri had been wanting to show me for weeks now. It was a glorious building with stained glass ceilings, a huge staircase, multi-level promenade, shows, music, dancing, a museum, arcade… It had everything. It was the Sutro’s jewel of the city, their very public-facing enterprise. The Arc was hidden away under various names, and that was just what I knew they did for money—I’m guessing not everything was above board, but who was I to complain?

“Woah!” I gasped as I was pushed back from the wall and slammed into the far one, groaning as Tri dropped to his knees fluidly and yanked my swim shorts down around my ankles. My erection flopped out, almost smacking him on the nose before he enveloped me in one fell swoop, letting me slide deep into that waiting throat. I shuddered as the warm wetness closed around me, I could feel him push his lips back, rolling my foreskin back and exposing my sensitive head. I twitched a bit as his tongue flicked over it, making me let out a little yip of surprise as he teased me.

I looked down at Tri and swallowed, hard. Out of everyone I knew, including Quintin, I don’t think I met a more compatible man—sexually, at least. Tri and I had been throwing ourselves at one another for a while now. There were times where we couldn’t function until we did something lecherous. Hell, there was more than one day we just laid in bed and touched one another! I was lucky Tin wasn’t a jealous man; I think he was actually pleased I had an outlet for my desire.

Plus, I hate to admit it, but Tri was better in bed than my tiger.

I groaned and let my fingers slide through the fur on Tri’s head, brushing over ears and scalp with my claws. He was moving with diligence and passion, his lips making almost no noise. Only the wetness echoed up as he kept teasing me, flicking his tongue over my glans. His hand was holding my balls, massaging and rubbing, rolling them in his palm like jewels. He pushed up with his fingers and gripped the base of my shaft tighter with his lips, making me tremble.

He got me to start dripping.

His tongue flicked over the slit of my penis greedily. Tri was always going out of his way to make this happen so quickly. I had once told him that it was messy, but he had always made it worthwhile. I was starting to breathe heavily as he pulled his muzzle off my shaft, his hand coming up to hold onto me, stroking me from root to tip, his hot breath brushing over my wet shaft as he looked up at me with devious, lustful eyes.

“Close?” he asked, smirking as his hand never missed a beat.

“Fuck you,” I muttered, pushing my hips forward into that hand.

Tri was one of the few men who could get me to forget my stamina. I swore the marble fox loved making me cum quickly as if I was a nubile virgin having his first go-around.

“Yes,” I then admitted, and he chuckled.

“Good.”

He let me go, shoving me to sit down on the bench. He rose up and quickly yanked off his own swim shorts, the Sutro logo briefly seen from the leg. Naked and erect, he moved to sit down and pull me into his lap, pushing our erections together. His hand was on my lower back and I groaned, grinding and frotting against him.

“No it isn’t,” I hissed as his muzzle licked at my collar bone, nipping down my shoulder. “I hate that I almost always cum first.”

“I think it’s sexy,” Tri whispered into my ear as he rolled his hips up.

My pre—mixed with Tri’s—and the saliva were forming a wet, slippery moment between us. My hips rolled naturally, and I was on my knees over him, feeling my shaft just glide up and along his flesh as his mine. My hands slid up his chest to feel the hidden muscles there, thumbs finding his nipples and rubbing them, gliding my fingers and palms down his chest and sides. I was just feeling the body that knew what to do to really get me off.

“I’ll make you cum first this time,” I whispered back as I buried myself into his shoulder, dragging my teeth over him as we rocked together, my pleasure starting to overwhelm my thinking.

“Says the fox who’s about to peak already,” he teased and nipped my ear, holding me close with his admittedly stronger grip. Tri was a lot stronger than he looked.

I was at his mercy and he took no prisoners.

With a roll of our hips he made sure my head brushed over just the right spot, hitting the right cluster of sensations, that I felt myself go over the edge. My cock throbbed and pulsed, and I felt myself twitching as seed started to flow up my shaft.

“THERE THEY ARE!” a voice…not one I had ever heard, yelled as the door to our changing room opened. “What the fuck?!”

“UNF!” I groaned and came, hot ropes of my seed firing up and between Tri and I. He had pushed me away at the last second but I had already gone too far. My cock throbbed, twitched, exploded, feeling pent-up from all the teasing the two of us had been doing to one another while swimming. It was so much that I barely registered Tri moving and slamming a fist right into the face of the man leering at me. Another was punched in the throat and shoved away.

Tri turned to me and grabbed my hand just as I stopped making quite the mess. “Run!” he shouted.

“Wait, What’s—”

“NOW!” he yelled as he dragged me out of the dressing room. I turned and reached back for my things, only to have Tri yank me from the door right before a few more men rounded the corner, one brandishing a gun.

“Tri, our clothes!” I said, ignoring how my cock was making running difficult. I wanted to relax, but here I was, naked and covered in myself. I grabbed a towel as we ran past a gentleman and quickly began to rub myself down. It was just a small hand towel. I couldn’t even put it around my waist.

BANG! The sound of a gun going off echoed from behind us and the window right near my head exploded.

“FUCK!” I yelled as Tri turned a corner and kept dragging me along so hard it felt like my arm was about to come out of its socket.

“Tri, what the hell is going on?!”

“Quiet!” he growled at me and he shoved me into a janitor’s closet, slamming the door and gripping the knob tightly. We were plunged into darkness while Tri had his other hand on my muzzle, keeping me quiet. When I made a little noise of discomfort Tri just tightened his grip to make sure I knew to be as silent as the grave.

I don’t know how long he held my muzzle clamped shut like that, but I was starting to get annoyed. When I was about to jab him in the side with a finger he finally let my muzzle go and spoke softly.

“I don’t think they’ll look for us here,” he whispered.

“Who are ‘they’?”

“I recognized the voice of the one who barged in on us. A leopard named McDougal. He’s the head of security for this politician I was—”

“Sleeping with?”

“Entertaining,” Tri rephrased, and while I couldn’t see it, I knew he was glaring at me. “It’s what I do; you know that. It’s how I’m able to help St. Andrews as much as I am, and Chinatown could use some help and—”

“I don’t care about how you justify it. As if I can judge you for what you do anyway,” I said and rolled my eyes. What Tri did didn’t bother me. As long as he was happy, I was happy for him. “So why is this Dougal person coming after us?”

“I blew his boss off,” Tri said with a groan. “He was into some weird stuff, and he was absolutely not someone I knew I could trust as far as I can throw him. On top of it all he’s the jealous type.”

“What, the politician is a jealous type? Who are they?”

Tri was quiet for a moment and finally spoke up with a sigh. “Cliffton, okay? Ulysses Cliffton.”

“That…he’s a sleazeball, Tri!” I said louder than I should have and he grabbed my muzzle again. When he was confident I wasn’t going to shout something else, he let me go. “I…I can’t believe you slept with him.”

“I didn’t know how bad he was at the time, but the stuff he’s into…trust me, if he wasn’t as well-connected as he is, I wouldn’t have let him continue on. But if he went missing, people would start asking questions, and I honestly don’t need the scrutiny. Just know I blew him off.”

“And now, like a scorned lover, he’s out for blood, and I might be caught in the crossfire.” I sighed. “I already have one psychopath after me, I don’t need another! So what do we do now? Can we sneak back to our clothes?”

“Those’re likely gone. McDougal probably took our things when he couldn’t get us. He probably thinks that, if he keeps us running around naked, we won’t go very far from the Baths. So, our only choice is to sneak out and get to the Arc.”

“While we’re…” I gestured at our naked bodies. “Like this?”

Tri nodded. “While we’re like this.”

“I don’t really have a choice, now, do I?”

“No,” Tri said with a chuckle. “But I promise nothing bad will happen to you.”

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After waiting for what felt like hours, we finally left our closet and made our way to the exit. Tri was leading us both, his lean form moving with a kind of grace I had never really seen before. He was so athletic and handsome, and without his clothing on, I could see each stretch and pull of muscle. He was beautiful.

My face flushed as I felt blood going where I absolutely did not want it to be at present.

We snuck through Sutro Baths, ducking into alcoves, diving behind some plants, avoiding the few patrons who had remained as the day had given way to night. We were taking a roundabout way to the exits and I knew it was to try and lose McDougal and his cronies. The only question was: could we do it safely?

I was stopping and poking my head inside the various little dressing rooms, hoping to find anything to wear…but there wasn’t anything but a baby’s bonnet, and I refused to even entertain the idea.

And that was when Tri hissed at me from a dozen or so feet ahead: “Simon, hurry up! You’re going to have to get used to being naked for a little bit. If we get to the Arc we’ll be fine, and then you can put something on there.”

I grimaced. “I thought you were the never-nude. Why are you so comfortable outside without your clothes?”

Tri stopped near a first floor window and began to pry it open slowly. He was grunting and trying to make sure it didn’t squeal too much as it was lifted up. I reached over and helped lift it, pushing myself up against a man who was beyond handsome in my mind. “Because, when you fight, you have to…ugh…focus on the situation. I hate it, but I’ve practiced while naked a bunch of times just to get used to it.”

“That must have been something,” I said with a grin and let my hand palm his rump.

Tri glared at me with bright eyes that told me to not be so handsy. “Look, I know this is serious and you like to make people relax when they’re tense, but follow me. I won’t let someone shoot you, okay?”

I wanted to say something witty but bit my tongue and simply nodded. I went through the open window and held out my hand for Tri, who landed with me on a wooden walkway with steps leading up into the street.

The chilly bay air cut into our fur, ruffling out our coats and making both of us shiver slightly, my tail having wound itself around my legs. Tri grabbed and straightened it.

“No,” he said. “Keep it unwound so you’ll have more balance if we need it. Be ready to run at any time.”

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“You see them?” McDougal growled as he prowled up the road of the Stone Garden. He sounded angry, and his feet betrayed just how frustrated he actually was by letting his usually silent cat feet make noise on the gravel.

“No, boss,” a voice answered from his left. “Not sure they’d come up with this. Nothing up this way but the park.”

“And not a lot of people, you idiots,” McDougal said and slapped the underling on the back of his head. “You think they managed to get their clothes back? No, those foxes are running around with their bare asses hanging out. If they don’t want to end up with the police, they’re gonna be avoiding people.”

“Shouldn’t we, you know, just go wait by where they live, boss?”

“Would if it were that simple, but the Sutros ain’t someone you really want to mess with, and the people in Chinatown are real cozy with Perry. We cause trouble there and we’ll get our tails handed to us. So no, we gotta stop ’em from making it home.”

“Right, boss, we’ll go look for them again!”

“On the double!” McDougal snapped as he walked down the path, pausing to look once more into the darkness before jogging after his men.

Silence took over the garden for five minutes, then ten, fifteen…twenty minutes.

“They’re gone,” I said and jumped off the stone pedestal I had been standing on. I had a backache posing like that, flexing and bent forward like some kind of ancient Roman gladiator.

Tri sat up from his own, coming out of the shadows and staring at me. “I can’t believe that worked.”

“It’s dark,” I added and looked around the park. “Plus foxes were the ideal male beauty of Antiquity. It makes sense that a couple of foxes would be statues here in the statue garden.”

“Simon,” Tri groaned. “We were just posing.”

“In the dark,” I reminded him.

“He was so close I could smell his cologne!”

I sniffed the air. “And a cheap one at that.”

We made our way to the Arc as quickly as we dared. Tri insisted on leading us, and the man knew the city better than I did, so I trusted him. The route he chose would often cause me to be pushed against a wall in an alley or crawling next to a bush. We stayed from any source of light as best we could, running from one dark corner to another, alcove to alcove, crouching down into tight balls as people came by us but paid us no heed. I was good at making myself unseen, and I could tell Tri was a little impressed.

“Learned that as a chimney sweep?”

“When you’re an urchin you learn to pickpocket. I used to nick apples all the time and if you want to vanish you make yourself small.”

We rounded a corner and sprinted down a well-lit road, ducking right into a pitch black alley as a carriage rolled by us. Someone must have seen us because the carriage stopped and the driver peered into the darkness for a few moments before moving on.

“That was close,” I whispered.

“The closer we get to the Arc, the less coverage we’re going to have.”

“Too bad it’s too bloody cold,” I said, rubbing my arms. They weren’t exactly frozen, but they were chillier than I liked. Most ladies weren’t gonna have the wash out to dry on a night like this. Not anyone worth her weight in soap, at least.

We neared a small park on our way home and paused. There was a crowd of people gathered there, gleefully chatting with each other.

“It’s that stupid party,” I seethed. “I heard from Ciel that there was going to be a party at the park tonight to honor this writer in town. Rings…something. I forgot his full name. There’s no way we can pass by that crowd without anyone noticing us!”

Tri studied the area carefully. “We could try a side street.”

I shook my head. “Too many lights and people. Tri, no, this is it. We have to cross here. We can be sneaky and quick about it.”

“You’re being dumb again, Simon.”

“You want to just walk to the police station? Because that’s what’ll happen if we just stand here and wait to be seen.”

“And McDougal is here,” Tri said as he pointed to the party. Sure enough, McDougal and his lackeys were walking up along the path through the party, bypassing anyone who looked like they tried to stop them. “You still want to do this?”

I nodded. “And you’re going to do exactly what I do, okay?”

“Fine,” Tri grunted. Just then, a firework went off and lit up the night sky in a wild display of blues. I stared up in awe, still amazed by their beautiful looks and sparkles. Tri looked up briefly and back at me. “Seems like they’re going to be launching fireworks for a little while, so it’s now or never!”

We ran—no, sprinted—toward the party. We kept ourselves positioned as low as we could. I kept wanting to look back at Tri, but I knew he was there; I trusted that he was. We ran through some hedges, jumping over one of them (myself making it with ease, surprisingly) and then crouched near the ground, rushing toward a large table with white drapery over it. We rolled onto it just as someone turned around. We sat there on the grass, panting, laying against one another as we listened and waited to be discovered.

Tri was holding a firework.

“Souvenir,” he said with a grin as he saw me looking at him disbelievingly. “Who knows? It might come in handy.”

“What was that?” a pompous voice said above us. “Swore I heard two people talking.”

“Time to go,” I whispered. I rolled onto my knees, lifted up the side of the table cloth, and peered out. I held my breath as a waitress stepped by and bolted, sliding on the grass under another table. Tri arrived a split second after me, and we both hid there.

“This is ridiculous.”

“You’re just upset it’s working,” I chuckled.

“Shut up,” he growled at me but I could tell he was smiling. “Come on.”

That was our plan. We would hide under these fancy tables and bolt out across the grass and dive under the next one. Sometimes we would merely move a few feet…once it was almost ten. I was certain someone had seen my tail vanish under the table cloth but no one came looking. The pace was agonizingly slow, but we were getting near the otherside of the park.

I was even starting to think we could pull this off when a set of feet stopped by our table and flipped it over quickly. I yelled instinctively as McDougal grinned down at us. “Found ya boys—”

“AHHHH!”

“THEY’RE INDECENT!”

“NUDISTS!”

“Quick! Penny, avert your eyes!”

“POLICE! POOOOOLICE!!!!”

People began running in all directions. Tri took this chance and got up, sticking the end of the firework into a candle and grinned from ear to ear, pointing it right at McDougal as he drew his gun.

“That’s not gonna work, you fucking freak,” McDougal said with a growl as he leveled the gun right at Tri’s face.

And the rocket ignited a second later. McDougal turned to the side to dodge it but Tri had never been aiming for the leopard. No, he had shot it at the not insignificant display of boxes full of fireworks. In a scream and roar all in one, the rockets began to go off, shooting into the crowd and up into the sky. People scrambled as bits and pieces hit them, some getting burned but most not even a scratch. McDougal took one of the stray rockets right into the ass and I never saw a cat jump so high in my life. I was laughing so hard tears formed in the corner of my eyes.

“Come ON!” Tri grabbed my wrist and tugged me, hurrying us both down a narrow alley and away from the chaos of the party.

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“Finally,” Tri said as he walked to the back door of the Arc and turned the door knob. It was never locked because deliveries and gay men came through it all the time. The front was along a busy street, and not everyone was terribly comfortable walking in like that.

We walked into the familiar location of the kitchen. I slumped against the wall and groaned. “I am so beat…”

“I thought you wanted sex,” Tri said and sat on a bench, smirking at me. “Don’t tell me the insatiable Simon is actually too tired for sex.”

“I am too tired for sex,” I mumbled and glared at him. “I just ran across the city in nothing but my birthday fur.”

“And had fun doing it, I imagine.” Tri grinned and shrugged.

Did I? Did he? DID WE?! I wasn’t sure what to say or what to think, but I was glad we were both home and okay. I was smiling and stood up straight.

“I guess we—”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” a voice shouted from the stairs just behind us. Ciel was standing there with a very short towel around his waist, showing off his pristinely maintained vanilla-colored fur. The blue-eyed cat looked back and forth between us and seemed appalled by what he saw.

“I EAT IN THIS ROOM!”

“Ciel! I swear its not—”

A bar of soap hit me in the face.

“Ciel! Calm down—” A rubber duck hit Tri in the chest. Ciel must have just come back from his bath.

“I don’t want to know what you two were doing!” he shouted. Then he looked at us again, from head to toe and back up to the head. “Where are your clothes, anyways?”

“Funny you should mention that, Ciel…”

The cat put his things down on the table and walked over to me with fluidity and stride. He pinched my ear, making me yelp and stand up. I tilted my head to the side as I tried to pry my ear from his painful fingers.

And Tri was grabbed by his own ear with Ciel’s other hand. He had the taller fox doubled over as he led us out of the kitchen, the growl on the cat’s voice impossible to miss.

“I fucking swear to god, nothing is normal in this place anymore! Come on, you two—if you insist on being naked you’re going to at least bathe like proper adults!”

_ ~Fin~ _